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A Tree, A Bird (Part I)

You plan to be a tree
I plan to be a bird
As we head to our next life
Our third

I will make home along your branches
Search for seeds amongst your roots
Tickle my feathers with your buds
Coat myself in their fragrance
As they open with spring love

I will use your leaves as shelter
From the golden summer sun
And dance with them as they pirouette 
To the copper autumn floor
I'll take your twigs as arms
To cradle my winters nest

You plan to be a tree
I plan to be a bird

It is where we get to be 
Together next...
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